2022-02-18 at 7:01 PM UTC
The author of this post has returned to nothingness
2022-02-18 at 7:56 PM UTC
Lost in the darkness
I fade from the light
Faith of my father, my brother, my Maker and savior
Help me make it through the night
Blood on my conscience
And murder in mind
Out of the gloom, I rise up from my tomb into impending doom
Now my body is my shrine
The blood runs free, the rain turns red
Give me the wine
You keep the bread
The voices echo in my head
Rivers of evil run through thy land
Swimming in sorrow, they kill, steal and borrow
There is no tomorrow
For the sinners will be damned
Ashes to ashes
You cannot exhume a soul
Who do you trust when corruption and lust creed of all the unjust?
Leaves you empty and unwhole?
To safeguard my philosophy, until my dying breath
I transfer from reality into a living death
I empathize with enemies, until the timing's right
With God and Satan at my side, from darkness will come light
I watch the rain as it turns red
Give me more wine, I don't need bread
These riddles that live inside my head
I don't believe that God is dead
2022-02-18 at 8:18 PM UTC
good thing you dind't kill yourself so you can still give your negative opinion on our shared existence.
Have you tried just being happier?
